When Dragon Balls Descend Upon Marvel

Blonsky didn't hold anything back — he still needed Ross to protect him — and spoke directly.

"I don't know if it's because of the super soldier serum or something inherent in Hulk's blood, but right after my transformation, I was overwhelmed by violent impulses. I just wanted to fight and let it all out.

"My plan was to suppress it with sheer willpower, and I thought my chances of succeeding were high. But the transformation caused such a commotion that it startled the nearby soldiers. They attacked me without hesitation, and that broke my concentration.

"Fortunately, during my fight with Mr. Smith Dole, I vented all of that out. Now, when I transform, I won't have that problem again."

Ross nodded at the explanation. "After this is over, I want you tested in your transformed state — to make sure you're still Soldier Blonsky and not a rampaging Abomination."

"Yes, sir!" Blonsky barked.

…

On the battlefield, Smith Dole had gone full power, unleashing his complete aura. Under his provocation, Hulk's power had reached 800 — quadruple what it was back during the university incident.

Seeing Hulk's limitless growth, Smith began to wonder which version he was facing. If it was Savage Hulk, then the anger-powered growth was endless, born from the lab explosion accident. If it was Worldbreaker Hulk or even Four-Armed Hulk, the growth potential was still massive. But if it was Immortal Hulk, then that connected to "The One Below All" — a whole different story.

Still, no matter the version, if it was the MCU's take, it was the weakest iteration. Once Hulk fully merged with Bruce Banner's mind, his endless rage potential was greatly reduced. But any other version? With his Dragon Ball–style power boosts, Smith had no fear — only a burning desire to fight.

Looking over the wreckage of the street, Smith decided it was time to stop playing around. The full-power brawl had been enough to burn off his post–power-up adrenaline.

He drew his hands to his waist, assuming the stance for the Kamehameha.

The moment Hulk saw that pose, he froze — then spun on his heel and bolted, leaping away in seconds.

Having already been hit by that technique once, Hulk still remembered the pain. Seeing it again snapped him into clarity — and he ran for it.

In the helicopter, Ross flinched at the sight and was seconds from ordering the pilot to retreat.

Smith blinked, then understood. At his current full strength, a Kamehameha could hit over 2,000 battle power — enough to terrify an 800-power Hulk.

Since Hulk had the sense to retreat, Smith let the energy dissipate.

As he did, everyone in the helicopter exhaled in relief.

By then, Ross's forces had finally arrived — even tanks rolled onto Broadway.

Betty, watching Hulk flee, felt relief wash over her. If Bruce wasn't killed and didn't get captured by her father, it was the best possible outcome.

"Fly us over and prepare to land," Ross ordered.

"Sir, our forces have surrounded Broadway," a soldier reported.

But the fight was already over, and Hulk had leapt away.

The helicopter touched down. Ross stepped out, followed by Bulma, Betty, and Blonsky.

Smith was a little surprised to see Bulma with Ross.

Ross walked up, smiling. "Mr. Smith Dole, thank you for your help. Without you, I don't know how I'd have resolved this." He extended both hands in genuine gratitude.

If it hadn't been for Blonsky's fiasco, today could have been a complete win for Ross. Still, this ending was far better than the worst-case scenario.

Smith shook his hand. "I should be thanking you for looking after Bulma. She's my treasure — if anything happened to her, I'd be heartbroken."

Bulma beamed at being called his "treasure" and clung to his arm, telling him about a man who'd tried to rob her — and how she'd shot him dead.

She didn't mention it was with a laser gun, and Ross assumed it was an ordinary pistol. "No need to worry, Miss Bulma. That's self-defense. Scum like that — killing them just cleans up the streets."

Smith's eyes lit up. This future U.S. Secretary of State — and eventual President — could be a valuable political connection.

"I think penalties for robbery, assault, and similar crimes should be harsher," Smith said. "Especially for illegal immigrants — they should be deported. They're a drain on taxpayers like us."

Ross, knowing Smith's views, nodded. "You're right. I can talk to some senators and push for changes to the law. And we'll press Immigration on it too — those elements are a real destabilizing factor."

Smith noted how readily Ross agreed. Maybe, when Ross eventually ran for office, he could help him along — political donations were perfectly legal here.

After some friendly conversation, Ross took over the Broadway cleanup, while Smith left with Bulma and the werewolf squad for their base.

(End of Chapter)

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